So I'm Your Tech Support? (Sam Drake x Reader)

Goodbyes

The rest of the journey towards the treasure had been quite uneventful so far, the further you travelled the more the doors and puzzles had rotted away.

"Feels a little anti-climatic," Sam commented with a small chuckle.

"What, you would prefer more booby-traps and explosions?" You retorted as you glanced over at him.

"Nah, I'm good," he countered with another laugh, a quick exhale of breath more than anything genuine. "It just...feels too easy, y'know?"

You couldn't help but look over at him, your eyebrows raised.

"You do know we were nearly killed by a collapsing floor, right?" You declared, and his lips quirked up.

The flashlight on your cell phone blinked out, and you swore as you were plunged into darkness.

You were about to ask Sam if by some stroke of luck he had a flashlight or something when something clicked, and a bright flame emerged.

He held the lighter in front of you two, glancing around.

"Let's hope we're not too far," he murmured as he walked ahead.

You followed closely, the corridor suddenly feeling a lot more claustrophobic in the surrounding darkness.

The lighter flicked off before Sam nudged something open with his shoulder, the door creaking harshly before he opened his lighter again.

"What, no puzzles about the eternity of your love?" You murmured, and Sam chuckled.

"Yeah, it's a bit much isn't it?" He retorted as he moved the lighter around, checking the walls before you continued to walk.

You wondered how long Victoria must have planned this, if Clarke was right and she always intended to come here with Olaf.

She had died fairly young at 55, her empire already starting to crumble by the time she drowned. Olaf, according to the historical record, had to live twenty years without her before the water took him too.

You couldn't even begin to fathom the pain he must have felt, knowing in a single moment he would never see the love of his life again.

"I can't imagine someone loving me that much," you declared quietly, and Sam hummed in agreement.

"Yeah, well, maybe that's a good thing for the both of us," Sam retorted, and you knew he was thinking of the woman you had been forced to leave behind.

"Less distractions," you declared, and Sam nodded.

"Don't tell Victor I said this, but he's right. Love has no place in this line of work," Sam retorted.

"Sometimes you can't help it though," you countered. "Sometimes things just happen. Sometimes you fall in love with someone you never thought would matter."

Sam actually grinned.

"My little researcher is in love," he declared. "Huh. Feel like a proud parent or something. So, who's the lucky guy?"

Christ, you weren't actually going to do this NOW, were you?

"Who says I'm in love?" You countered. "Maybe I've just read about it enough to get a general idea."

"Who's the lucky guy?" Sam cooed. "Or girl. I don't judge."

You shook your head, and Sam nudged your shoulder playfully.

"C'mon, humour an old man who's love life is in shambles," Sam declared.

"I'm not in love with anyone Sam," you retorted, and he just laughed.